Wordsworth on Faith and Gratitude

I'm reading Q's On the Art of Writing today, hoping to finish it before I must give it back to the library on Monday. I came across this example of 'prosified verse' and the subject matter struck me--this is a call to be grateful and take God's gifts with faith, else they turn upon you and become burdens.

These times strike monied worldlings with dismay;
Ev'n rich men, brave by nature, taint the air
With words of apprehension and despair;
While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray,
Men unto whom sufficient for the day
And minds not stinted or untill'd are given,
Sound healthy children of the God of Heaven,
Are cheerful as the rising sun in May.
What do we gather hence but firmer faith
That every gift of noble origin
Is breath'd upon by Hope's perpetual breath;
That Virtue and the faculties within
Are vital; and that riches are akin
To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death?

Now, just take the meat and leave the bones: the last line makes one wonder if he really understands God's gifts, but look at the line that begins, "That Virtue.." and the section that begins, "Men unto whom...". Wordsworth praises those who are thankful for what they have, and exhorts men to follow their example. How interesting!



P.S. Also, the phrase "tens of thousands" coupled with "Sound healthy children of the God of Heaven" reminds me of Rebekah's marraige blessing from her sisters:
Our sister, may you become
thousands of ten thousands,
and may your offspring possess
the gates of those who hate them.